Midnight Oil

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Cut if you will, with Sleep’s dull knife,
  Each day to half its length, my friend,—
The years that Time takes off my life
  He’ll take from off the other end!

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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Ode To Silence
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Passer Mortuus Est
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Pastoral

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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Memorial To D. C.
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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Macdougal Street
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Low-tide
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Lament
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Kin To Sorrow
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Journey
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Interim